VII

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VII

The Lamb had slipped into the stream,

And safe without a bruise or wound

The Cataract had borne him down

Into the gulf profound.

His Dam had seen him when he fell,

She saw him down the torrent borne;

And, while with all a mother’s love

She from the lofty rocks above

Sent forth a cry forlorn,

The Lamb, still swimming round and round,

Made answer to that plaintive sound.